Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 163: The Tenacious Mordian Warrior
A swarm of black fighter planes flew out from the ships of the Third Regiment, entered the atmosphere, and engaged in air combat with the colorful Modian fighter planes.

Living in perpetual darkness, the Mordians are often gloomy in nature.

Scarce resources and dim lighting shrouded the entire Mordian in a depressing and gloomy atmosphere.

In contrast, weapons and everyday objects are brighter, a way for the Mordians to please themselves.

The Modians were well-trained, and their fancy fighter planes, under their control, were in neat formation, heading towards the black fighter planes.

Jenkinson of the 33rd Regiment of the Solar Auxiliary Corps pushed down the joystick, and the Eagle Claw dived down, the roar of the engine echoing in the air.

As the flash of shell fire streaked across the Storm Claw's nose, an autorune flashed on Jenkinson's helmet: side-mounted laser cannons locked and ready to fire.

Jenkinson squeezed the trigger, and the colorful enemy plane immediately erupted into a ball of blazing flames.

Behind his helmet, his cold grey eyes narrowed.

He is the claw of the eagle, without hesitation or indecision.

The fighter plane flew past in the explosion and flames, and the heat waves burned the silver chassis of the Skyhawk's Fury.

Although the air battle had just begun, Jenkinson, who had accompanied the 11th Legion on dozens of worlds, was able to conclude that the Mordians were well-trained.

He pulled up rapidly and rolled to the right at the same time.

The Sky Eagle's Talon tilted to the right, charging towards the gap between the oncoming enemy aircraft, an unusually narrow gap.

The Sky Eagle Claw swiftly passed through the gap with a gap of only a dozen centimeters without hesitation.

Only after the Skyhawk Claw climbed to a safe distance did Jenkinson catch his breath again. His "girl" had a performance advantage over the enemy aircraft.

Jenkinson glanced at the tactical display and activated a status report in the blink of an eye.

A signal flickered on the screen every second, and every time the signal flickered, a fighter plane crashed. The battle was swift and brutal.

The Modians used dense formations to make up for the gap in fighter performance.

"Reorganize the formation and dive again."

The company commander's cold command rang out over the communicator, and Jenkinson pushed the joystick to join the attack formation.

"Dive!"

Following the company commander's order, Jenkinson stepped on the accelerator, and the blazing promethium gave the Sky Eagle Claw powerful kinetic energy.

The fighter jets of the Eagle Strike Formation swooped down on their prey like a flock of eagles.

Tracer bullets raked the wings of the Skyhawk Fury, and Jenkinson didn't take his eyes off the flight path as confirmation flashed on his helmet display.

The automatic cannon roared and fired a barrage of shells at the colorful fighter planes.

The runes flickered, and Jenkinson proudly pulled the lever, achieving five victories.

For every colorful fighter jet that plummeted into the darkness, trailing a trail of fire, another filled the gap in the formation.

"Stubborn, but brave and resilient."

Jenkinson was infuriated by the enemy's persistent resistance, but acknowledged that they were excellent pilots.

The balance in air combat that the Modians had maintained with tragic sacrifices was ruthlessly destroyed after the Astartes' gunboats were deployed on the battlefield.

The Shadows of Order moved the joysticks and pressed the triggers at a speed far beyond that of ordinary humans, shooting down enemy planes one after another.

Subsequently, the four companies of the 3rd Regiment in the first wave of attack quickly completed ground deployment through landing ships and gunboats.

The Shadows of Order walked down the landing deck, assembled beside the tanks, and then pounced on the targets of each company marked on their helmets.

The Second Company encountered resistance when it was still more than ten kilometers away from the pyramid-shaped nest city in the north of Vanendra. The Modians used their talents in bunkers and trenches to build an intricate defense network.

The Modians, dressed in colorful uniforms, lay on the ground, watching the rapidly approaching black-armored warriors.

Despite their massive size, they marched with incredible speed, their movements in unison, like incoming black waves.

They took steps and landed at the same time, and the vibrations created by their march merged into a torrent of steel, hitting their own line.

The approach of the Superman warriors filled the Modian warriors with fear. Their arms holding their weapons subconsciously tensed, and they waited anxiously for the commander to give the order to fire.

Finally, before the Mordians could attack, the tanks of the 11th Legion opened fire.

The black tank's machine spirit roared angrily and hurled shells at the Modians.

The Shadows of Order prioritized the bunkers, their shells pounding the meticulously constructed fortifications of the Mordians. The bunkers, a work of art, were engulfed in the explosions. The Astartes launched their attack, shielded by the dust and fire.

The smoke screen had no effect on the Order Shadows. They relied on tactical helmets and superhuman perception to lock onto the enemy and launch swift and precise attacks.

The experienced Astartes commanders gave the order, raising their arms to shield their fragile goggles.

The Modian commanders reluctantly issued the attack order.

Countless blazing beams and bullets shot out from the Mordian line, hitting the Mark II power armor, leaving only spots of stains on the black armor.

Only two unlucky ones were hit by splashes, ricocheting bullets or deflected light beams through their eyepieces and fell to the ground.

The Shadows of Order continued their march, charging into the Mordian lines and launching a ruthless attack.

The grenade launcher roared low, tearing the enemy apart.

The chainsaw swords roared and roared, and the Mordians were twisted into bloody mud.

The power sword flashed blue light, decomposing the force field and tearing people apart.

……

Mikhailovsky rushed into the trench like a human tank. He raised his left arm and fired a burst of grenade from his pistol.

The explosive bomb roared, piercing through the enemy's chest and abdomen, leaving a bloody hole.

He raised his power sword and slashed at the defensive cannon, disintegrating the force field and tearing it into pieces.

The unstoppable Second Company Commander noticed that as the smoke from the tank explosions dissipated, the tenacious Modians also found a defensive strategy.

Under the orders of their commanders, they launched attacks on the Astartes in groups of dozens.

The Shadows of Order relied on their superhuman perception and agility to avoid most of the attacks, swinging their weapons to chop and knock down the ammunition.

But there were also soldiers from the Second Company who were killed by concentrated fire when their eyepieces were broken.

"Tanks advance, provide cover."

A torrent of black armor rumbled into the Mordian lines.

The Macador heavy tank savagely crashed into the bunker.

However, due to the obstruction of the bunker, its speed dropped significantly and it then fell into the trench.

The Modian artillery array seized the opportunity and launched an artillery attack on the tanks of the 11th Legion.

As the first Malcador heavy tank was destroyed, his Strong Brain Cat leaped to his side.

Mikhailovsky gave orders to his Strong Brain Cat through the new link.

["Weapon Curse"!]
The cat-like creature with brown fur raised its claws, and invisible waves spread out in all directions. The weapons in the hands of dozens of surrounding Modian soldiers immediately suffered from trigger rust and energy box energy dissipation.

At the same time, the second captain, whose brain analytical ability was enhanced by the strong brain cat, conceived a tactic and issued an order in an instant.

"Assault team, artillery!"

Although the proportion of raider squads has been greatly reduced, the elite in each chapter have been transformed into assault squads carrying jump packs.

Hundreds of team members took off into the air, their jet tails streaking through the air, crashing into the Modian artillery array, destroying the enemy's firepower with artillery shells and melee weapons.

The Second Company advanced steadily under Mikhailovsky's leadership, but through the rune feedback in his tactical helmet, he also realized that the Modians were tougher and more adept at trench warfare than any enemies he had encountered in the past.

[It is indeed as Lord Bukayo said. The Mordians have shown resilience and ability to build fortifications. Even the Astartes would suffer a certain degree of loss in a street fight with them.]
Mikhailovsky and other company commanders all realized the capabilities of the Modians during the brutal trench warfare. Following the Dark Lord's orders, they did not make a rapid advance, but steadily cleared the front lines to attract reinforcements from the Four Emperors in the capital.

In orbit, Samir had been paying close attention to the progress of the battle on the ground. He was unwilling to obey Bukayo Arshavin's orders.

The captain of the first company decided to launch a swift offensive to kill the Four Emperors when they mobilized their troops in Vanendra.

He wanted to achieve the greatest victory in Mordian, win a more glorious result than Bukayo, and prove to his father and all the shadows of order that he should be the lord of the Third Legion.

Samir was confident in mobilizing the soldiers of the First Company. They were his subordinates when he was the captain of the Third Company. They were veterans from Terra and were reapers.

In the entire First Company, there is only one member of the Black Lord's Court, and he is only a captain.

The opportunity that Samir had been waiting for finally came. The scanning array, which was turned on at full power, detected dense signals indicating that a large number of enemies were gathering.

The company commander immediately led the honor guard towards the airdrop cabin.

(End of this chapter)